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Testament

Let the thunder blue-white lash,
fall like the voice of God,
while rain pours down
in its last refrain

and let my last memory be of your sweet face,
of the time that you truly did love me
while clouds fill the sky
and the earth’s arms to me unfold

but in sheer rebellion then burn my body
and scatter what is left
that I drift on the wind
become part of the wide world.

poem by Gert Strydom
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The Rain Platter Against The Closed Window

The rain platter against the closed window,
lightning bolts flame down in sheer blue-white light
and outside everything flees before the storm
as if it’s a kind of gigantic beast growling.

I have not know a person like you,
who likes to dance in the pouring rain,
as if you want to touch the sheer thunder
that comes powerful like the voice of God.

You cling to me with your wet rain washed clothes
with the smell of your twisted damp hair,
with the heat of your body glowing through
the covering, with a deep need for togetherness

with a intimate thing in every single kiss,
tasting like honey and ripe fruit
and in the depths of your eyes there is happiness
while my poems, my words fall like rain on you

and in the morning I will pick fresh flowers,
arms full of grass carnations,
sweet smelling jasmine, some roses
and many, many more bunches of kisses.

poem by Gert Strydom
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The Sun Is Hidden (Terzanelle)

(after Lewis Turco)

The sun is hidden, huge shadows gather
while the wind rocks branches blow the leaves
and milling dark clouds draw together

this is the moment when thunderbolts cleaves
when rain drizzles, then pours down steadily
while the wind rocks branches blow the leaves

when full of superstition old people speak guardedly
of branches of thunder, sheets of blue-white lightning
when rain drizzles, then pours down steadily

and the bolts of thunder comes down somewhat frightening
when people draw curtains, sit in the semi-darkness, are afraid
of branches of thunder, sheets of blue-white lightning

and without power at candlelight the table is laid
while the acts of nature, its sheer power we cannot ignore,
when people draw curtains, sit in the semi-darkness, are afraid

and we have experienced this kind of weather sometime before.
The sun is hidden, huge shadows gather
while the acts of nature, its sheer power we cannot ignore
and milling dark clouds draw together.

[Reference: 'Terzanelle in Thunderweather' by Lewis Turco.]

poem by Gert Strydom
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Your Love

Like hours that pass
through sands of time
in a hour glass
here alone I stand
with your love in my hand
and arms wide open

Waiting here in the wind
in fields of green grass
where your love is only mine
we don't have to pretend
two hearts that wouldn't mend

Standing under a sky so blue
where the sun will always shine
even in a wintery snow
where your love is all I know
time after time again

And in days of rain
your love will always remain
in a world we can't refrain
as I close my eyes to repose
where your love only grows

poem by Spiritwind Wood
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Our last Swim (R.I.P. Anne Mary Simon)

Our last Swim
By Renee’
For my beloved Anne Mary Simon

An Image of you in a cloud rolls by
The sky opens up, somewhere in my mind
A vision of you in a pale blue dress
Tears falling down, you took my breath
Memories of you...